Rogar

Appearance: Think of the dashing hero from a story. Get a real clar picture of him.... and then think of what he'd look like if he *actualy* did everything it's said he did. And that's Rogar. He's tall, topping out at just over six foot, he's got broad shoulders, slim hips... he's also got muscles like tree roots, rock hard, gnarly and not at all those of a body builder. Rogar has muscles because he's *worked*. They're the muscles of a sowrdfighter, pure and simple. He's also got a lot of calluses on those big hands of his, and he's missing the last two fingers on his left hand. He's got a thick shock of brown hair that he keeps tied at the nape of his neck, and chocolate brown eyes that tend to look calculating more than melting. His rather sqaure jaw isn't softened any by the stubble he cultivates, which makes the scar on the underside of his chin stand out more. He's got other scars too. Quite a lot of them for a lad his age infact. Small ones that look like arrow wounds in his thigh, a nice slash that goes across his ribs and many a small white line across his upper arms.

Some might consider him handsome, if they think that it's the imperfections that make the man. No one, however, will deny that he looks impressive.

Personality: On another world, in another time, or possibly just in a harpers tale Rogar would have been a soldier and an adventurer. Facing hordes of enemies single handedly, rescuing whole townsips and amassing vast amounts of treasure, which he;d use for the good of the people.

Sadly this is Pern, and he had to settle for being a guard. He'd still likely make a good adventurer... but he really can't be bothered to go out in the wild and do things. After all *he* likes getting paid. He likes having nice clothes that fit him, and baths. Especialy baths. He likes being clean. Rugged appearences may suit his purpose for the image he want's the present, but that's no reason to smell. Or wear uncomfortable clothes.

And make no mistake, Rogar is all about appearences. He learnt in the guards that you didn't let anyone see you as weak, or they took advantage. So to everyone he meets Rogar presents the image of the strong, capable guardsman. He's rampantly hetrosexual, and never let's so much as a suggestion of homosexuality raise it's head. He never makes unnecesary small talk, and the slight smile on his face is only there to hide his mind working. Eyes, mind, senses - Rogar has all of them trained to look for danger, so don't ever expect his full attention in conversation. If you think he's paying attention to you, remember he just fakes it well.

That said for all his image he's surprisingly reluctant to jump into a fight. Unless someone else is at risk he will try and talk his way out of all situations. Though if there is an innocent in danger Faranth help the person threatening them.

History: Rogar's father was a guard. Hs grandfather was a guard, and his father before him... there really was no question of what he was going to be when he grew up. The family are of old Northern stock, his father being the first to leave Fort Hold for the South. His mother was a quiet woman, weaver by trade, and was always quite happy to stay in the background and let the 'menfolk' teach the children. Rogar had three brothers - all younger - and though none were of Apprenticeing age when the family moved south all would sooner or later become guards.

Rogar's first turns as a guard at one of Arolos' minor Holds were uneventful. He learnt how to use a sword, and a bow, and he learnt how to ride. He'd probably have remained a capable but boring hold guard if the TunnelSnakes hadn't started their raids. Rogar was only one of the guards in a party that cornered some of them. The TunnelSnakes had a hostage with them, Rogar never found out her name, and the GuardCaptain decided not to shoot at them. They were surrounded, common sense dictated that they would give up. And he didn't want to endanger the girls life.

It was a mistake, and one the party paid dearly for. The three renegades slit their hostages throat without any qualms, and then launched an attack on the stunned guards. The TunnelSnakes died... and so did four of the guards. Rogar only narrowly survived, and the he did it with a slashed ribs and legs looking like pincusions.

Guarding hasn't been quite the same since. He's become wary, calculating. That farce with the TunnelSnakes wasn't his fault... but that doesn't matter to him. He's been posted to several different Holds in the three turns since, but always asks to move on before too much time has passed. He's restless, and can't settle back to his work. He knows that the danger is out there, and he doesn't like waitng for it to come creeping up on him in the night. Recently a Search dragon visited the Hold he was posted to, and he was stunned when the blue informed him *directly* that he'd be a good Candidate. Not knowing quite what he wanted to do the rider left him with a Search token.... Rogar has now made up his mind and is on his way to the Weyr.